Our first dance was the goosestep An S.S. signature tea set I'm writing a letter bomb, The first kiss was a death threat It made a mess of my thought process I'm on the level now Ceremonial Teacher I feel like scratching my eyes out But I'm not I'm soft in the middle like a yolk Crumpled in the corner like a coat So Far Away, listening to Tapestry And I didn't know me and you didn't know me She wouldn't show me to two-step And I admit it I suffer from forgetfulness But I know how to move Stuff It's always said that you were born Before sex was a secret Cold sweat Death-bed We all drove down To see him Not a clue with no blueprint No getting chucked on the bonfire Why don't you roll in your own muck? And happy 5th of November But I'm not I'm soft in the middle like the yolk Crumpled in the corner I'm a joke So Far Away, listening to Tapestry And I didn't know me and you didn't know me